I know you as a neighbor
Who at the end of the hour
Being tired of the laboratory
Placed dirty deposits on my territory
Freedom of thought you possess
Truth that you always confess
Constantly in a search you seem-
As delicate a meaning in a beam.
To sense and see the world of lives
You would risk a hundred dives.
Care and concern is what you are-
Helping hand you lend afar.
Good or bad, always in smiles,
One could walk a hundred miles
You pleasant one with such a big heart
Who would not seek a journey in your CART ?
3 March 2004
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